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[laminae]

[There's just a bunch of hissing and chirping. It's probably Fern's inbox? Maybe leave a message?]

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[no_reload]

I have to. It's my responsibility to be functional. I vowed to protect the household.

You're problem remains confidence. You're better than you give yourself credit.

[laminae]

Maybe... but you also gotta look after yourself. You know we care about you beyond what you can do to protect us, right?

[He feels like he needs to make that clear right now.]

I know, I know I should. I just... don't, usually. It's too hard.

[no_reload]

I know, and I appreciate it. You're all good kids.

[Yes, even the young adults. They were still kids to him given the gulf in age difference.]

It's too hard because you make it so. I knew someone who looked in a mirror every day and said one thing they liked about themself. Maybe you should give it a go.

[laminae]

Hah. We try.

[He isn't going to argue about being called a kid. He still definitely feels like one most of the time.]

Yeah? Did uh, did that work for him? Sounds kind of... hard, coming up with one thing every day.

[no_reload]

[Most of the kids tried to keep out of trouble. This place just happened to bring trouble to the door of all of them one way or another.]

I'm sure there were some repeats. It might have, we never discussed it much.